Revenge Of The Castoff Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she pleaded again, “I’ve worked so hard for this wedding. I just want it to be perfect. Please help me. They say if brides cross paths but don’t exchange bouquets, it’ll ruin their happiness. I never thought you’d suddenly change your route… I know you don’t think much of mine, but I poured my heart into making it. Don’t tell me everything has to be measured by money?” She stayed put, refusing to leave. Meanwhile, the hate-filled comments in her livestream grew louder, fueled by her manipulation. The more my reputation crumbled, the more satisfied she seemed. She really would stop at nothing to ruin me on my wedding day. I let out a long sigh. “Fine. Since you insist, take it.” Smiling, I he

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

“Picture this Claire arrives on a white horse, looking elegant and royal. Gordon waits for her at the altar, all stoic and brooding. The media will eat it up.” Naomi rolled her eyes. “Oh please, this isn’t a fairytale. It’s a contract marriage, remember?” Ryan’s smirk widened. “Exactly! And since it’s fake, we might as well make it over the top. Fireworks, doves flying in the background” Naomi grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. “You’re ridiculous.” Gordon, who had been half-listening while working on his laptop, finally looked up. “Horses… not a bad idea.”

“With no security and no protection. She was taken briefly by loan collectors the day her husband was buried.” “She’s getting married,” Rafe added. I snapped my head up. “What?” “The engagement was arranged quickly to Luca Moretti.” I laughed bitterly. “The bastard collects wives like trophies.” “It’s a political move,” Rafe continued. “I think he was trying to secure an alliance with the Bratva, the loan collectors." I stared at her image again. She looked breakable. “Cancel it,” I said. Rafe looked at me unsure of what I meant. “How?”

“Darling, I’m simply asking the maid to do her job—” “She’s not the maid anymore.” Jake’s green eyes were cold. “She’s my wife. Clause 7 of Dad’s will remember” Hailey who had managed to hold a glass of water, choked on it. Rebecca went pale as he mouth opened and closed. “You humiliate her again, Mom, and you lose everything. Spousal benefits, the Manhattan apartment, the allowance. All of it gets redistributed.” I gulped hard, panting and sweating because everything felt surreal.

my husband said, prompting eight pairs of eyes to turn in our direction. I felt frozen to the ground as the occupants of the room took in my less than perfect dress and hair, and my knock off shoes. Sebastian must have noticed my shock, because he took my hand and pulled me to one of the chairs. "Sebastian , what's this? Who's this tramp?" An older woman with smooth silver blonde hair asked, staring at me like I was the dirt under her shoe. "Everyone, meet Alina, the newest Wolfe, and my wife."

"I will help her get revenge against her family. In exchange, I will be her backer. That's why Luxuria existed in the first place. If she succeeds our marriage will end. I get Fontana and Luxuria while she gets nothing." "Wha-? You gave her nothing? Are you a man or what? You're so heartless, Lois." Lois kicked Spencers knee and the man groaned from the pain. "You idiot. She wanted revenge and wanted nothing from me. She's only using my power and status for revenge. That's what we made a deal out of it." "Then what seems to be the problem? Don't tell me you have really fallen in love with her and wanted more? Damn dude, that marriage deal is the only thing that separates the both of you. No

' J: haha hold on, so you want me to believe this myth? A: I do not expect you to believe whatever I say but I am just telling you and later, you can verify from your grandma. So as I was saying, your grandma who thought she could not protect you alone had a deal with me to protect you and in turn, I asked to be your mate.' J: oh I see... and how does my best friend come into all of this?' A: you see, your best friend by some means got to know about the pendant of generations and the fortunes that come with it and she been blinded with greed, wants to have it to herself even though she can never have it.'

His bride would be my new souvenir. Sylvia Browne, the American waitress who squandered Laila’s fortune on jewels, furs, and designer clothes, was well known to me. Revenge was finally at my fingertips. In order to become a rich baroness in the eyes of the world, the little gold digger had just lied her way through the most sacred vows of a marriage ceremony. Rather than working her way out of poverty, she had lied about it. That was all I required to seek vengeance on both of them.